Luyện nghe bài hát No Equal

(Number One
Competition is none) -->

[ VERSE 1: ]
got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I to blow your back out, kid
(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a tip
But my stays on my gun, in case you start some shit
Cause I been since way back when
Straight up and from the is how it's always been
Now punk niggas test me
But all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don't me
It's just a phase, and you damn well
That you'll fall off in a minute, that shit don't sell
Funny how you think you could me, or outlast me
that bullshit style, you're fallin fast, gee
See, I you go back where you came from
(Your mic, and my mic) Come on, play, son
See, the days of payin is over
I'm a little fed up, and it's that I show ya
We battle one time, dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip

You know we're one
is none

[ 2: Psycho Les ]
The wiggedy-wicked Les drops it like a lunatic
Steady back-breakin bitches with my dick
on the jim, sometimes I nut in em
St. Ides up their eyes, and I bend em
Down, while I'm flowin to nutty sound
Open up the knapsack, check out what we
H-h-horns, bass,
Beats get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don't time
Yo, I'm 'cold lampin' like
Floatin at the top while sick, and 'nothin can save ya'
Just the Biz said
Remember - uugh! - styles I drop to be, is it?
(The shizzit) to your mama
I bend girl like a comma
Due to Lambada, I I gotta
Stop, because the said, "(???)"
So I nutted, and I got out
(Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you roast this
Nut, what's up? You wanna get eaten up like a
'Cup', 'cake', you know my are lethal
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)

[ VERSE 3: (Al' Tariq) ]
Every line I connect, my perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta
On with Fashion, by the way I'm rippin things
Whoever thinks I take a loss has
Young dames, I shoot em and Jimmy aims to her
Sex this flex, best thing tends to lock up
Yeah, really bad ass, smokin past you
The I stick shit with, I love your figures
Triggers, I pull em no remorse for bodies
Fash pumps the hotties, chumps pump shoties
Shoot em up, bang-bang! Miss targets
Mics I up, I fucks em daily
Barely another who can test the Fash
I kick in the ashes, dumpin trashes
So don't riff, cause I flow swift the Nile, son
is for plain Jane fame, I'm a wild one
Auto-matic-ly I let the
MC-i-n-g force in me
Cool Fash, sendin a blast to rap
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)